"Who?"
Mingxuan lowered his head and did not answer.
The leader moved his feet calmly, ready to run away if things went wrong. "Who are you?"
The other person's appearance could not be seen clearly in the night, but he was holding a child in his arms, and his white clothes looked particularly strange in the night.
"Brother." The heart of the casual cultivator beside him was beating like a drum. "He appeared out of nowhere."
Ming Xuan remembered Ye Qiao's words. He forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and then burst into laughter. He asked lightly, "Who do you think I am?"
"Since you are here, you can all stay."
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of monks who came to hunt down Ye Qiao were frightened out of their wits.
“…It’s that ghost, ghost cultivator!!”
Everyone broke out in cold sweats, as if there was a spooky ghostly aura spreading behind them, making their hands and feet feel cold.
Isn’t it said that the ghost cultivator hiding in the Song Mansion will not show up easily?
Why are they so unlucky?
"Run." The leader gritted his teeth and spoke tremblingly: "Run quickly."
"Not looking for Ye Qiao anymore?" Some people still didn't give up and looked back at the location of the field. Ye Qiao was worth a lot of money.
"Ye Qiao, she might have died a long time ago." The man's face darkened. There were only a few people who could survive in this field. Compared to Ye Qiao, they were more concerned about their own life and death.
Ye Qiao came out from the back of the area and witnessed their scattering like birds and beasts. The corners of her lips curled up and she chased after them leisurely.
From time to time, he would let out a villain-like laugh.
Xiaoqi was also happy to cooperate with her and also let out a crisp giggle. The big and the small were chasing them behind them and laughing. Their elusive state made everyone scream.
At this time, you only need to throw a stone from time to time, and those suspicious monks will scream immediately. All kinds of skills are used to resist the "assassination" of the ghost cultivator.
Several people immediately had a great time playing.
…
The moment Song Hansheng discovered that his yard had been bombed, he was stunned.
The Song family was rich, so a courtyard was not worth his anger. However, what made Song Hansheng angry was that the people living in that courtyard were from the Changming Sect.
When he returned to the Song family library in anger, Yun Que was reading the mental method.
"What's wrong?" Hearing the noise, Yun Que looked up in confusion.
Song Hansheng said sinisterly: "My house exploded."
"If nothing unexpected happens, it was Ye Qiao who did it." Anyway, if something happened and we don't know the cause, it must be Ye Qiao.
Yun Que's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked casually: "What is Ye Qiao doing here?"
Although he didn't want to admit it, Yun Que always unconsciously wanted to find out about Ye Qiao's situation, and then secretly compared Ye Qiao with himself.
When she was at the Song family these days, an old man came to her in her dream and said that he wanted to pass on a legacy to her.
Yun Que might have hesitated for a moment in the past.
She didn't think she would be able to practice sword skills. After all, sword skills training was very tiring and involved fighting and killing. But now with Ye Qiao as a comparison, Yun Que agreed without hesitation.
The inheritance is looking for the best physique first, why didn't they look for others? It can only mean that she has high qualifications.
Song Hansheng: "Who knows what she did again."
While the two brothers and sisters were chatting, the door of the building was suddenly kicked open. Mu Chongxi rushed in without any manners and said straight to the point: "My sister and brother are missing."
"The person was lost here." When Xue Yu and his companions turned back, they found that the auras of the two people had completely disappeared. This gave him a bad feeling. He was still polite and asked, "Can you send a few Jindan-stage cultivators out?"
Yun Que, who was sitting upright, curled up her lips quietly. When she heard that Ye Qiao was missing, her first reaction was not worry, but a little inexplicable joy. The girl barely suppressed this emotion and said softly: "This is the Song family, not your Changming Sect."
"Even if it's the Five Great Sects, they can't force our eldest brother to find someone."
Song Hansheng raised his eyes coldly and couldn't help but said, "Ye Qiao?"
"Are you worried about Ye Qiao?"
Pooh.
Don’t these shameless people know Ye Qiao’s ability to stir up trouble?
Instead of worrying about Ye Qiao, it would be better to worry about whether his home can hold out until they leave without being bombed.
"But she is only in the middle stage of foundation building." Xue Yu was still worried. He looked at Song Hansheng who didn't take it seriously and thought for a while: "You Song family has many masters. It won't be a problem to lend us some people. When the time comes, the spirit stones will be recorded in the Xue family's account."
Song Hansheng sneered when he heard this and was ready to raise the price, "A Jindan stage cultivator, thirty thousand high-grade spirit stones."
Xue Yu said calmly: "Spiritual stones are not a problem, so can we send people now?"
There's nothing I can do, his family is rich.
Song Hansheng liked to see people like Chang Mingzong getting anxious. He pulled the corner of his lips and tried to buy time, "Don't worry..."
However, Zhou Xingyun was too lazy to listen to Song Han's beeping. He stretched out his hand, grabbed his clothes by the back of his neck, and dragged him away, saying in a gloomy tone, "You talk too much."
Why waste time talking when you can take action?
Zhou Xingyun grabbed Song Hansheng's clothes, walked out of the door, and said slowly: "Listen, Song Hansheng is in my hands. If you want him to live, follow me."
In an instant, all the masters of the Song family were alarmed.
Holding the hostages in their hands, the three men were naturally fearless. Under the leadership of Zhou Xingyun, the group, along with some experts, all rushed to the place where Ye Qiao disappeared.
"..." The kidnapped Song Hansheng almost vomited blood. He really couldn't underestimate the Chang Mingzong and his gang.
Damn, these sword cultivators are more despicable than each other.
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